For Valentine’s Day Nils and Jamie booked a room in a castle overlooking the sea.

“It’s so nice out here,” Jamie called to Nils. “Come out and see. The breeze is so fresh, the air so clean. And the stone of this parapet is so nice and smooth and rough on my— Is it called a parapet?”

“I think that might be right,” said Nils, who was now out on the balcony. “Mmm, kind of windy out here.”

“Yeah, and the waves are so big. Probably bowl me right over if I tried to stand up to them. Do you think I’m overdressed?”

“Uh, what do you mean?” Nils asked.

“You know, my earrings, my necklace, my buttplug.”

“Buttplug?”

“Did I say buttplug? I meant bracelet. The buttplug doesn’t show, does it?”

“Are you really wearing one? Do you even have one?”

“It’s cuz you won’t fuck me there. It’s a really nice one. Just the right size. Smooth and supple.”

“I don’t believe you have one.”

“Oh? Want to check? Want to inspect me, Mr. Buttplug Inspector Man?”

“Jamie, sometimes you’re just so naughty.”

“I know. Like how I altered this top. The lacy stuff was kind of scratchy on my nipples, so I snipped it.”

“Yeah, I noticed that.”

“I thought you might. You know, if you wanted to kiss my nipples, just for instance, it would make it easier for you. For your tongue and lips. And while you were kissing me, my nipples, first one, then the other, then the first one again, back and forth and back and forth, you could also slide a finger, or even two, into my pussy slit, because as you can see, I’m completely bare naked down there, other than my buttplug, which I’m going to name Parapet.”